Armoury
Still half way into loading flechette ammo into her rifle when the chaos broke out, Fang reflexively dove out of the way of the first barrage, behind some crates. The studded metal grating did her elbows no favours, as she rapidly rolled and righted herself- Just about to blind-fire back around the corner when Carver went barging around the corner, straight at the thing- How the hell was she supposed to give covering fire around that colossal meat man!?
Each stray shot was a new wincing sensation, as she imagined it striking one of the ammo boxes and turning the whole room inside out. Minnie doubling up on Carver's actions and getting in close kept him distracted, but it wasn't much of a long term solution if they just got crushed...
Shit. Both ECM grenades, or fucking with the gravity plating, both options would kill her old friend- Electronics and bulk had to be ruled out as their minor advantages.
"Anna! Get something incendiary!" The tall lumbering woman finally acted, ratcheting expanding metal foam ammo into her rifle and spraying the entire clip into the waist plasma gatlings, the sensor eyes, and the connective tubes under the arms. She knew NAM armour. They weren't going to penetrate that plating- but mechanical failure, between the five of them? That was achievable. "The gatlings cause too much heat! Let's cook this delinquent fucker!"
The malestrom of carnage allowed them to stand and get a better target. But they were torn between leaping back into cover, and leaping ahead to do some real damage at a closer range...
Hopefully Minnie would forgive them for testing out their heat endurance. There wasn't exactly time to ask.